Both of them did.
They quickly brought me to the brink of orgasm and they hadn’t done much. But then, I didn’t seem to be in control of my body. Or my mouth as I begged them to hurry, to take me. As I called them mate and told them I loved them.
And I did. The feeling welled up inside me like an explosion, so fierce and desperate I nearly choked on it.
Which made no sense, because they weren’t mine. I couldn’t even see their faces. And I hadn’t had a date in…well, a while. And never with two…
“Two males are better than one, don’t you think?” The man behind me spread his hand over my chest, holding me down as his partner pushed me harder, one finger sliding into my sensitive bottom as he fucked me with his fingers and sucked my clit like his personal toy.
Had the man behind me not been holding me down, I would have bucked and crawled away. Their attention was too much. Too intense. “I can’t take it.”
“Yes, you can.” He pinched my nipple, hard, just as the edge of orgasm had been about to rush through me. How he knew, I wasn’t certain, but I could feel his quiet attention. His need. His deep pleasure at seeing me submit to them both.
It was like we were connected.
And the man between my legs? I felt his emotions somehow. Knew he was determined to make me writhe. Scream.
Beg.
Oh, God. I was in soooo much trouble here. I should be freaking out. But this body, this strange woman’s body, succumbed to the bliss. Welcomed it. Was familiar with their particular brand of sensual play. She was coiled tighter than I’d ever been, the anticipation in her mind impossible to resist. She knew her orgasm was going to make her body explode, her toes curl, her mind float away. And she wanted it.
Which made me want it. So damned bad.
Which made no sense, because I had no idea where I was, but I felt safe and cherished and protected by two strangers. But they weren’t strangers to this body I was in, to her. They were hers. Her mates.
The man behind me fanned the swirl of my ear with his hot breath, his tongue following. “Two mates.”
“Four hands.” His palms gave my swollen breasts a careful squeeze as his partner worked my pussy and my ass with one hand. His other was laid across my abdomen, holding me down. Trapping me between the two powerful warriors. A finger curled inside me, hitting a spot that had me shifting my hips. The hand on my abdomen firmly held me in place.
“Two mouths.” I angled my head to the side as his lips slid down my neck, lighting a fiery wake. Instead of the tongue flicking over my clit, a mouth, hot and wet, settled over me, licked, suctioned slightly like he was kissing me there. Worshipping my body. The sudden gentleness, the feeling of being loved, washed through my mind like the most powerful aphrodisiac and I coiled even tighter. Desperate for them. Both of them. “Oh my god!”
“Two cocks.”
I felt the hard prod of one against my lower back. Thick and long. I felt a smear of wetness and I knew pre-cum oozed from the tip. He was as needy as I was.
“My balls ache with a need for me to sink into you.”
The guy before me swiped his flattened tongue from where his finger was deep inside me and up and over my clit. “You’ll feel how big I am. How hard you’ve made me. How crammed full you’ll be.”
I licked my lips as I clenched down on his finger. It wasn’t enough. I wanted that cock. I wanted the one that prodded at my back. I wanted them both. I wanted to be stuffed so full I’d never be able to forget them. I wanted to be dominated. And I wanted to be the woman who gave them pleasure. Who took their cum, the woman they cherished, would die to protect. Theirs.
This was crazy. Insane! I was dreaming—it had to be a dream—about two men. I’d never been with two men, let alone one guy who made me this hot. This needy.
I’d had sex before, I wasn’t a prude. But it had only released pent-up energy. A way to destress. I’d had a high-pressure job for years and sometimes a girl just needed to get off and her hand or vibrator just wouldn’t do.
A big cock was what was needed.
While I’d had a few big cocks, none had the skill of these two. And we hadn’t even gotten to the penis-in-vagina part.
“But first, you’ll come.”
“I want you now,” I ordered, knowing they’d deny me. Knowing they’d increase their attention, their sensual torment. I gasped as they continued their attentions.
“You’re our mate. It is our job, our privilege,
to pleasure you,” the one behind me murmured, then pinched my nipples.
I gasped and the man between my legs growled. “Do that again. She just dripped all over my hand.”